Could you check my writing, please?

I got the idea from a song called 'Brick Shithouse' by Placebo. Can you correct wrong grammar and vocabulary? Thank you!

I'm a man killed. I don't remember anything about my death. All I know is I'm killed by a man whose face I don't remember in a brick shithouse [Or A man killed me whose face I don't remember.] Now my body's up and wandering around in the air. God blessed me. God gave me a chance to see something I didn't know before. I float in the air to know what I don't know.

I first go to my house. Nothing changed in the house. I move my body to the kitchen. Silence. I don't feel silence, now I see the silence. I leave the kitchen to move other room looking around slowly. Mum, your son is here with the soundless body. Try to feel me, not to see me. Now this is how[the way] you see me. You still left my broken old LP player in place. As if i'm alive.

I come out of the house. I see a train coming toward me. Why the train doesn't stop. Here I am in front of [Or before] it. I recall one of my friends who killed himself without his two legs after a train accident. My friend, I'm standing right in front of a train with two legs and it passes through me. What's the difference. Now I'm still alive with the dead body, but you killed your breathing body. I leave with my body behind the rail.

Lord, I still can walk, think, remember and cry like now. What's it if it isn't tears running my cheeks? I think to myself staring at the broken corss on the top of the church for head.

I keep walking, floating as if I never stop. My body see the breeze, smell the fog and hear the sound of drifting clouds. Nobody is in the field. My body made all of them go? Now I feel the smell of something familiar. I move my body to the place where it tell. Everything feels strange to me until now, but this is the only thing I feel familiar.

I come across a house and come into it. I see a man reading in bed and look around the house. I still feel something. My eyes barely try to look around to find something. Please, the eyes. I can't move my eyes but to hope they will. Please do something. Like you drop the tears. My body wants (to see) something hidden. Don't feel with the body any more, see with the eyes now. And I see my girl walking into the room. She gets into bed and kiss him. I turn around, leave the room and come out.

Now I'm standing in the backyard staring at the brick shithouse and find my eyes deelpy dented down with blood covering and running my face.